My hands don't even want to touch the stuff. After suffering working in DT Chicago and standing on the platform waiting for the train, trying to deal with several feet of snow, the cold blowing wind, the ice, deep snows through April, a soggy kitchen floor, frozen ankles, fingers, toes, getting up in the middle of the night to make sure the car starts, just being cold to the bone for months and months, I am waaay over snow. I hate winter. And I am ever grateful that winter in NC is nothing like winter up north. I used to wonder why anyone with any sense would live in weather like that. UGH